[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals":3,"chapter-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-7":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Cluster Artillery: Shattering the Immortals",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2342018,4578,"Chapter 7: Snowfall","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>Outside the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding did not choose the main path but slipped into a thicket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though nearly a hundred people were present, they were insignificant within the vast five-kilometer radius; after walking a short distance, he easily lost them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their encirclement route had not changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The target isn’t me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding felt a surge of relief, but still decided to keep moving away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed these people were divided into eight or nine small teams, each accompanied by a fierce hunting dog, as if tracking something—best not to get close and risk misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~ huh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need to think about your body,” Jiang Ding couldn’t help saying. “Staying up every night, neglecting rest and exercise—how can your martial cultivation possibly improve?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This novel is originally published here: please visit to read!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“On the battlefield, there are no handguns or submachine guns—these toys can’t even penetrate a cultivator’s defenses!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you attacking me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant in his mind was split into countless lines—how force dispersed, how it converged, how much each muscle bore, how much force to exert to maximize the body’s ability to neutralize external force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First two classes are firearms?” Jiang Ding set down his backpack, speaking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now, take a gun—each of you one, two belts of ammunition, one drone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From childhood to now, teachers guided, classmates sparred—even when there was friction, it was always about roughhousing, never this cold, life-or-death immediacy upon meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal Force cultivator! But compared to his classmates, the opponent’s internal force was weak—less than one-third the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, the formation began to break apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Junhao shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun pulled back a thick camouflage tarp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students in class automatically stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s a misunderstanding, then let it go,” Jiang Ding’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spread out, raise your guns,” Zhang Dingjun added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A branch was dropped, landing beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The use of heavy machine guns is on large-scale battlefields! Infantry use spiritual radar to detect targets, artillery pre-emptively bombard, and dense bullet barrages fire—that’s how you fight cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad men’s routes kept shifting, always following the woman’s path; soon they vanished from the drone’s visual range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is this possible? You weren’t even an Internal Force cultivator!” The opponent spat blood, disbelieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun lifted the two-hundred-plus-pound heavy machine gun with one hand, casually cycling the bolt: “Your only reliable companion in future military service or college entrance exams is this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them stood a middle-aged man, built like a bear, whose mere presence radiated an invisible aura of authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of sending the drone to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding gripped his sword and advanced slowly; his tailbone trembled, and a thread of killing intent spread uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget Qi Refining ninth layer—even first or second layer, learn an optical invisibility spell, dash in, and unleash a fireball to kill dozens of martial artists at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding swiftly changed gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy had dark circles under his eyes and a pale face—clearly had stayed up studying until at least two or three in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First squad, move out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced sidelong—each soldier stood rigid, burdened with heavy machine guns and ammo, silent as the grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding knew it wasn’t that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Xiao, an Internal Qi cultivator, saluted and began jogging out of the classroom first; others followed gradually from various corners, six in total, forming a straight line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master two martial arts techniques to minor proficiency, and you’re a qualified immortal sect soldier. That’s it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun paused:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain wind howled, along with faint whistling sounds of air being pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plus, any underachiever who made it into the Daoist track had real talent—once their innate talent was resolved, they could grow at lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t suspect, because the strange man before her possessed overwhelming power—if he were an enemy, why bother with this charade?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun’s voice was low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yanzi-1 drone, including its case, was the size of a basketball, with a hook to clip to the waist; he returned to the formation in seven seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple furnishings; outside, traffic flowed like a river, neon lights flickering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Instructor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Junhao’s running form had already distorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish! Thirty-two senior students rose in unison, rigid as nails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These people are definitely chasing her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding ran for kilometers, crossed mountains and valleys, and finally hid within the canopy of a massive tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you can hit a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s shield, you can drain a bit of their magic power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their steps were slow, their pace low, like a leisurely stroll—not a single drop of sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no real danger—the immortal sect has spells and professional healing; even if your knee swells and bleeds, you’ll just need crutches for a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding silently visualized a mountain descending from the sky, landing in the giant’s arms; immense gravity pressed down, dispersed through the giant’s limbs, finally channeling through his legs into the earth, rooting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, the last two classes are similar,” Li Junhao changed into a neat camouflage uniform, donned a bulletproof panoramic helmet, and his slight frame suddenly gained a touch of martial spirit: “Zhang Dingjun is a retired soldier—being one second late has serious consequences.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After practicing swordplay a while, he waited for his mother and Jiang Yuan to return; the family chatted for a while, and at eleven p.m., Jiang Ding slept on schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived in class, the lockers had been unlocked, and many students were changing into military-green camouflage uniforms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you check what tracking method someone placed on you, and consider fleeing this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding… ding ding…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the drone, he knew there was a river in that direction—perhaps a way out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding hurried forward, slung the Type 89 heavy machine gun on his back—the 125-kilogram weight sank his steps, then he picked up two belts of ammunition, crossing them over his chest, each belt holding one hundred rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Junhao was unquestionably last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First-grade military array: Gale Array.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the drone’s perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More students joined the line behind. Li Junhao connected to Jiang Ding’s comm, breathing slightly hard, envious: “These guys are inhuman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master! It’s my fault—I mistook you for someone chasing me!” The woman had snow-white skin, baby fat on her cheeks, a cute face, and stood about one meter fifty tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword drew, slicing a clean arc—halfway, a white blade blocked it, emitting a piercing screech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding turned back; class monitor Hua Bing led two pure Qi Refining squads of fourteen people, effortlessly catching up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivator, if not utterly stupid, will avoid, hide, and conceal themselves—crossing five kilometers and hitting them with spiritual sense active is extremely difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain these black-clad men’s target was this woman; unwilling to tangle further, he turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding joined the line, behind Li Hu; the third squad was the teacher’s designated sequence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Type 89 Heavy Machine Gun, forged from N2702 anti-magic alloy, barrel engraved with semi-artifact runes, Falcon-1 targeting scope, caliber 12.5mm, total length 2140mm, theoretical rate of fire 600 rounds per minute, theoretical range 5 kilometers—can penetrate the standard shield of a Qi Refining ninth-layer cultivator at that distance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight glinted off metal; row upon row of two-meter-plus heavy machine guns stood on the ground, beside them stacks of ammo boxes, the thick odor of gun oil spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Junhao’s face fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the podium, class monitor Hua Bing stood tall and commanding, shouting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After five or six minutes, out of breath, Li Junhao finally arrived, weakly: “Report!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civilian drones are too unreliable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Accelerate! Twenty kilometers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Instructor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third squad leader Li Hu roared over the squad channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Online replica—bulletproof, color-changing, shape-shifting—but this is school-issued equipment, not to be taken off-campus; must be returned upon graduation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You may disperse for now,” Zhang Dingjun said to Hua Bing and the other Qi Refining cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who enters the Daoist track will receive rare elixirs specially crafted by Gao Jie cultivators for such underachievers—no guarantee of genius, but at least better martial talent than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, then what she said must be true,” Jiang Ding sighed, his compassion rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone quickly scattered, each spaced over ten meters apart, guns raised, angled skyward, legs in bow stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But speed was fast—much faster than him; in moments, they overtook the formation and vanished from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding continued advancing step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third squad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Gong Caiyu, a disciple of the Seven Mysteries Sect. The Golden Knife Clan destroyed my sect and murdered my entire family—I reacted too strongly, please forgive me, Young Master!” Her eyes shimmered with tears as she clasped her hands together in supplication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running past the teaching zone with its towering buildings, the ground began to show wild grass, scrub, and sandy earth; the surroundings grew sparser—this area was frequently used for live-fire drills, a semi-military training zone. “One-two-one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crumbled at first contact! Though he bore wounds, he possessed inner strength—even a naturally powerful body cultivator should have been obliterated by a single strike. This defied logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Young Master!” Gong Caiyu said gratefully, stumbling away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension in his heart finally eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman froze, sizing up the green-clad youth before her, then exclaimed in surprise: “You’re not from the Golden Knife Clan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three squads moved like three threads—first following, then aligning side by side, finally forming a perfect square, every student’s stride and arm swing identical; from afar, dozens appeared as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In addition, you must train in martial techniques: the ‘Golden Seal’ and the ‘Thousand Threads Pull.’ The former ensures shooting stability—even while running, your upper body remains as immovable as Mount Tai; the latter ensures shooting precision, splitting one force into a thousand parts, allowing you to strike a squirrel accurately even five kilometers away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Squad Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming no one was nearby, Jiang Ding left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s there!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few other classes were jogging nearby, but not on the same path—they soon branched off in different directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of black-clad men with golden knives embroidered on their chests altered their formation again, surrounding this direction; hunting dogs barked loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Using firearms is simple, but achieving precise shots within five kilometers is not—it exceeds the human visual limit.” Zhang Dingjun pointed to a row of small boxes beside the ammunition crates. “You’ll need drones. The ones issued to you are the military-grade Swallow-1.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Squad…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stand up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding gasped for breath, not knowing how long he’d been sprinting—ahead, rows of students stood like nails, perfectly aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 8:10, Zhang Dingjun’s alarm rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her robes were filthy, yet her face and hair were clean—a striking contrast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white-robed figure flew backward, spitting blood, leaving crimson blossoms across her towering chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding and Li Junhao hurried after her, running fast behind Li Hu, the inner qi cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The square accelerated—from a slow jog to a sprint, wind howling, the formation shifting from a tight square to a scattered ellipse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze swept past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Extension! Jiang Ding felt a numbing force surge through him—his arm trembled slightly, but the sensation quickly dispersed through his fully refined muscles, leaving him unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could do nothing—he was merely a lowly body cultivator; any discovery by a possible local immortal could mean death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun gave him a cold glance: “Forty kilometers after class. I don’t care what plans you have—fail my course, and you fail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hu and the other three inner qi cultivators vanished from the view of the students behind them, then Jiang Ding and the other peak bone-refining warriors, finally the flesh-refining cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never encountered anything like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh~ Jiang Ding exhaled slowly, relaxing his muscles. Twenty kilometers of jogging was nothing to him—but sprinting that distance at this pace was a heavy burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting a while, at 7:50, the pre-class bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ding glanced left and right—Li Junhao hadn’t arrived yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand. My martial talent is too poor. My only path lies in academic studies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twenty minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Dingjun spoke one sentence, then walked toward Hua Bing and the qi-refining students; faint voices drifted from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The three foundational spells of qi refinement: electromagnetic wave sensing, spell attachment, and spirit control—you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon came the roar of tank engines—row after row of Type 59 tanks rolled toward the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2095,"2026-06-20T23:34:14.007Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a1d6ac812628d3ac8310436543d45d38b52969e12c25a5bcbd88c5e14448ca11","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-8","cluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-chapter-6",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcluster-artillery-shattering-the-immortals-cover.jpg"]